My mum's womb gets dark about 11am this time of year when she wakes and closes her curtains. I'm on holiday at the minute and enjoying the silence from midnight onwards that her body advertises in our family newsletter. Although, i am quite sure there's a coaly cargo i hear motor past once or twice in the early hours as i stare at the undulating walls in my cell of choice. Unfortunately, when i arrived first of all, my uncle had been for a stay and left some odourous sheets still wrinkled and unwiped in her cervix. I phoned the Polish cleaner and asked her to leave a mop and spray under the Do Not Bother doorknob so i could sparkle and de-lice when i had the will.